Warlock Ch 268. Masked Warlock
The forest near the castle had always been a sanctuary, a place untouched by the formalities of court. The scent of earth and magic lingered in the air, the whisper of leaves soothing against her skin. She had walked deeper, lost in thought, not realizing how dangerously close she had come to the cliffside.
Then she slipped.
Her wings had snapped against a sharp branch as she tumbled down, a sharp pain tearing through her back as her vision spun. She had braced for impact, for the crash of stone and dirt, for the inevitable pain that would follow.
But it never came.
Instead, she floated.
Suspended mid-air, her body wrapped in a soft glow of telekinetic magic.
And that was when she saw him.
A masked warlock.
Perched lazily on the branch of a towering oak, one leg dangling over the edge, the other bent at the knee as if he belonged there.
His gaze was sharp, amused, his smirk both arrogant and strangely captivating.
